He could feel that if he made another move, the man would kill him instantly.

"Hey, look at me, my eyes are blurry. Sigh, I'm old. That's right, there's no mistake. This, uh... Miss Qiu Yuan is the one we're looking for."

"Oh my, look at me, my old eyes are blurry. I deserve to die. I slapped myself twice. This is all a blunder. Miss Qiu Yuan, come here, please—"

The fanatic reacted quickly and slapped himself twice.

Just kidding, he doesn't want to die for this.

How cool is Cassia?

Didn't he still get burned to death?

He didn't want to follow in Jueming's footsteps.

He bowed his head very respectfully and made a gesture of invitation to the sedan chair.

"Well, it's good that you know you were wrong."

Seeing that he was so sensible, Deng Ru stopped making things difficult for him. He controlled his incarnation, moved lightly with lotus steps, got into the sedan chair very gracefully, and then sat down.

Four divine servants lifted the sedan chair and then flew towards the city center.

The four servants of God looked like very beautiful women, but they were lifeless.

Deng Ru could tell at a glance that it was a creature similar to a zombie or a corpse puppet.

Her original identity should also be Lao Deng's bride.

Body processing plants only process most of the bodies.

A small number of them are very beautiful, but the old man will train them into corpse puppets and continue to insult them.

"This old man really deserves to die. Although the gods don't regard humans as equals, after all, I was once a human being and I can't stand seeing this."

Deng Ru shook his head. This scene further strengthened his determination to kill the old man.

After all, in his subconscious cognition.

These strange-shaped spaces are not his kind at all.

Those are the ones.